Page 12 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Eleven

Quincy

H art lets out the sexiest little moan, and my hand gets sticky from his hot cum. A shiver runs down my spine as his strong muscles bulge, and my instincts scream to bite him…

So, I do.

It’s totally inappropriate.

An omega biting an alpha is basically like throwing down the gauntlet.

Hartley snarls, and his pheromones flood the air, along with the scent of his cum. He still has two fingers buried inside me, and my stomach rests almost completely on his forearm. There’s no possible way to hide the giant baby belly, so I ignore it.

He wraps his free hand in my hair, tugging my face from his neck and redirecting my mouth to his.

The kiss is frantic and intense, and it feels a lot like he wants to devour me whole.

The scary thing is… I think I’d let him.

He swirls his tongue around mine, still working his palm against my clit while I circle his crown with my thumb.

Heat pulses in my gut, and I ache to taste him. Tugging my hand free of his boxer briefs, I pull back from the kiss to bring my fingers to my lips.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Are you feeling any better?” His voice is low and gravelly.

I give up licking and move to sucking every bit of his taste from my fingers.

It’s not enough.

A whine escapes, and I beg. My words come out muffled because, apparently, I’m not even coherent enough to pull my fingers from my lips.

Yanking my hand free, I give his shoulder a shove. We ended up on our sides at some point, at least our top halves.

Hart rolls onto his back, and his hand leaves my pussy. I would complain about that, but just getting myself rolled over and onto my knees next to him is such an ordeal that I should be embarrassed about it.

I’ll save that for later.

Getting his boxer briefs off for easier access to his knot is the priority.

My fingers land in the band, ripping with little care.

Hartley flattens his feet on the bed, pushing up to help make it easier to rip off the material. He kicks out of them the rest of the way while I eye his cock like Christmas came early.

“We should probably have a conversation before—” His words cut off as I dive forward, bringing his tip to my lips.

It’s the middle of winter in Vermont, and this house stays chilly. It shouldn’t feel like I’m burning alive from the inside out, but I do. The salty taste of his cum on my tongue only seems to spur my system on.

My clit aches, and my nipples tighten painfully.

“That mouth is going to get us both into trouble,” Hart growls, sitting up in a partial crunch. He gathers my hair, wraps it around his fist, and piles it on top of my head. “This isn’t supposed to be about me. Are you sure this is helping?”

My eyes slide from his pelvis, up his muscular stomach and chest, finally landing on his face. He’s way too sexy with that look on his face, and his eyes dark with desire.

I pull back to speak, and his still-hard length bounces against his flat lower stomach.

“It was… Then the taste was gone.” I seal my lips shut to keep from saying I could lick the rest of his cum out of his boxers.

That’s weird.

And I know it.

Omega instincts are bizarre.

Sweat trickles between my breasts, and a wave of cramps racks through my abdomen, making my stomach tighten.

I can’t even question why, but Hart’s face is hazy and muted.

“I need your knot,” I say, unsure where the words even come from. “It should help the fever. If you’re even attracted?—”

“Enough of that!” he barks, pulling me closer by using his hold in my hair as leverage.

Once I’m within reach, he sits up even more and both his hands land on my rib cage.

He lifts me with ease, and I scramble with him to ensure he doesn’t have to try to deadlift my entire body weight.

“I’m more than attracted to you, Quincy. I’m entranced by you.”

My pussy ends up right over his knot, and I fall onto my knees, grinding over it and the base of his shaft.

He hisses and slides his hands down my sides. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” It might sound insulting if not for his voice being lined in pure sexual heat. That, and the look of molten attraction on his face.

My hands fall to his chest for support as I give another roll of my hips. His hard length feels incredible rubbing against my swollen nub, but what I really need is to be filled full of him.

It’s the only thing my brain can focus on.

“You have no idea how badly I want to suck on your tits.” Hart brushes the backs of his fingers over my right nipple as his other digs into my hip, guiding me over him. “What are we going to do now, beautiful?”

My body acts without me issuing the order. I reach between us, push up on my knees, and sink down on his tip before the thought crosses my mind that I should act.

“That works for me,” he chokes out. “Christ, Quincy. You’re a fucking dream.”

I curve toward Hart.

The stretch takes my breath away.

I’m so full.

He’s so hard.

I brush my fingers over the leftover inches of his length that I haven’t managed to take, and my eyes widen. That’s a lot of extra dick when I already feel stretched to my limits. Logically, I know I’m not, but it’s still intimidating.

Vaginas are forgiving.

They can and do stretch.

I just wish I didn’t feel so warm and floaty, because it feels like a lot of work to get all that extra dick inside me. It’ll be worth it, though. I have to make it work if I want his knot. And I want it inside me almost more than I want my next breath.

“Let’s see if this helps,” Hart says, keeping his voice low and soothing. He flicks both nipples and moves to tease my clit.

My head falls to the side, baring my neck, and I whine. It’s basically my system begging him to take over.

Everything in the world disappears outside of him. It’s tunnel vision on another human being that I can’t remember ever experiencing. Sweat beads on my skin as I use my hold on his stomach to help push myself up.

It’s so much work, but I want the bliss that I know will come from having his knot locked inside me.

“God, I wish I could cage you in.”

My eyes pop open, and I don’t even know when I closed them. “Please?”

“Can’t do that because of this,” he murmurs, palming my stomach. “But you’re sure not making much progress. Here, let me try.” His legs rearrange behind me, but I can’t see exactly what he’s doing. “Plant your hands on me and hold on, beautiful.”

I mostly fall forward, but luckily, I catch myself. My hair falls around my face and over Hartley’s chest, and I wish I could lie flat and melt into him.

His hands wrap from my hips to my ass, and he bucks up inside me.

Heat pools in my lower stomach, and sensation takes over. There’s no way I’m not leaving a puddle of slick on his pelvis, but Hart doesn’t seem to mind.

He growls, shoving me down his length at the same time he thrusts. My core convulses around him and bliss ricochets through my system from an orgasm I didn’t see coming.

“Goddamn…” He groans. “Just like that. Milk. My. Cock. ”

It gets almost impossible to keep my top half upright with how shaky my arms are, but Hart keeps drilling into me until it seems like reality slips away.

Hart lifts me off of him, and I sob, shaking my head.

“No! Why?”

“Ass up,” Hart says, and somehow he’s on his knees next to me. “Come on. If you want my knot, you’re going to have to show me that ass.” He reaches around me, giving my backside a playful slap.

I whine, my eyes falling shut.

It’s too much.

Hartley moves around, and the next thing I know, he’s guiding my hands to the mattress. He shoves a pillow under my tits, and it does help give enough room for my stomach to hang.

“No pressure on the baby,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s reminding me or himself. He nudges my legs apart, and then he’s back inside me. “Jesus. Will every single time feel like this? I sure fucking hope so.”

Me too.

My arms give up, and I end up on my forearms, but Hart doesn’t stop working himself deeper.

My face rolls around the mattress as I sob and beg for his bite. His pheromones thump in the air in response to my perfume. If I didn’t know heats stop at conception, I would swear I’m in full-blown heat.

Hartley wraps a forearm around my hip, brushing his fingers over my clit. “You have no idea how badly I ache to slam my cum into you. Over and over until every alpha who scents you knows you’re mine.”

“I am,” I hear myself say. “Bite me!”

Hartley growls and plants his other hand next to my head as he wraps around my back. I honestly have no idea how he pulls it off, but it feels like he’s got one knee on the bed and the other foot flat on the outside of my hip.

It might look silly, but it gets the job done. Every thrust makes his pelvis bump my ass, and we both moan when his knot brushes my lower lips.

Hart freezes.

“Please?” I beg. “Knot me, please! Hartley, I need you.”

“Beg like that, and I’ll give you anything you ask for.” He barely pulls out and bucks deeper.

His knot slips inside my opening, and I wail. It’s not even fully inflated, but it’ll grow so much larger. My pussy spasms, sending me tumbling into a powerful orgasm.

It’s all warmth and euphoria.

Sensation over reality.

The air feels cool against my sweaty skin as my eyes pop open, but I gasp when I see I’m up on my knees.

“You’re going to have my cum dripping out of you for days.

That thought does wild shit to my head.” Hart’s teeth rake over my shoulder, and I shove my ass back against his pelvis.

It drags his knot along my walls, and I whine, leaning forward like I might collapse.

Luckily, his hand is splayed over my sternum, and he manages to keep us both upright.

“You’re all mine, Quincy.” His warm breath fans over my neck and shoulder as he speaks, making me tremble.

The way his hand pushes against my chest increases the feeling of being safely confined in him as he bucks into me.

“Such a perfect little pussy stretched around my knot. I swear to fuck, it feels like I’m so deep… ”

I nod and grind back to meet him.

His strong muscles feel like safety, and being cocooned in his scent makes me warm and floaty.

“You gonna come with me this time, sweetheart?” He chuckles darkly. “Or am I going to use your tight little pussy to get myself off?”

I never would have guessed how sexy my system would find that thought.

A shiver slides down my spine.

“I don’t know.” Looping a hand down, I tease my clit. It takes no time, and I’m there all over again. “Bite me,” I beg, chasing my euphoria as I force him deeper inside me. “Hart, oh my god!”

His length jerks inside me, and he snarls.

I’m so disconnected with reality that I barely notice his teeth raking over my skin.

The stubborn man moves to sucking on my shoulder, but he doesn’t sink his teeth in.

Hartley’s scent floods the air, and my perfume pulses in response. His knot swells almost to the point of pain, and somehow my system just converts that to more pleasure.

The haze gets too deep, and that’s the last thing I remember.